"So Lifelike!"
By GirlX2
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I don't understand what's wrong with him! It's not a hangover, its like he'd dead." Gibbs growled. "Its like witch…like a curse."
Tia Dalma's eyes flicked over the prone body of Jack Sparrow. He was barely breathing and his heartbeat was so faint as to be almost nonexistent.
The Captain had been found by Gibbs, unconscious in the street. The older man had assumed the rum-bottle in Sparrow's possession had caused the state. That had been three nights ago. Finally, he'd ordered the crew to sail upriver and seek her help.
"It is an enchantment." She said after a few more moments. "An' its one I'm very familiar wit. Jack got a hold of one of my potions."
"But he found this in a colony." Gibbs argued.
"You tink Jack is de only white man I deal wit, Gibbs?"
"Well, you can fix it, right?"
"Oh yes, I can bring Jack home. It'll take a while to get de proper ingredients, but I can do it." She laid a hand on his head. "I just hope Jack's in a safe place."
"He's right there." Gibbs said, confused.
Tia Dalma threw him a glare. "His body is dere, ya daft git. Jack himself is far away. The potion he took separates de soul from de body and sends it to an empty vessel."
"Another body?"
"No. Dis potion sends de soul into a special object." Tia Dalma replied. "Jack is in an object with which 'e has kinship. A doll that resembles the victim is used. When an enemy is de size of a toy, is be far easier to kill dem. But as no doll was present when Jack drank it, 'e could be anywhere, in any place, any time."
Gibbs was looking quite pale. "So Jack is somewhere strange, alone, and he's only inches high?"
"Most likely."
The man thought this over for a moment. "Wherever he is, I hope there's alcohol, or someone poor sod going to be very sorry."
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Jack actually was drinking rum at that moment. Matt had provided him with the drink after several hours of cajoling. Now, the two were stretched out on the couch, watching what Matt called 'Dragon ball Zee'.
A door in the hall opening was Jack's only warning. Matt, realizing his father had woken early for work, threw a throw pillow on top of the pirate. He leaned nonchalantly on top of it.
"Hi Dad."
The Father's reply was muffled, as it came to Jack though the padding. He struggled to unsheathe his sword and give Matt a vicious poking, but couldn't quite manage. After a few minutes Matt picked the pillow up.
"Wot the bloody hell-"
"I'm sorry, but I couldn't let him see you!" Matt hissed. "Not to mention I had to fill him in about Dana."
The apology caught the captain off guard. "Well…alright then."
"He's already left, so we should be okay until I go to work in the morning." Matt frowned slightly. "Can I trust you not to ruin anything, or do I need to get the hamster cage again? I'll be back in the afternoon."
"When have I ever ruined anything?" Jack shot back.
Matt opened his mouth to reply 'Will and Elizabeth's wedding' but caught himself.
"I'm just making sure." He said instead.
Jack squinted suspiciously at him, but let it go.
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"I don't understand why its taking so long." Gibbs complained.
"Because if I jus' snatch 'im back like dat he could die." Tia Dalma said between her clenched, black teeth. She was mixing ingredients into a large black pot. "Do ya want Jack back in one piece or not? Because I can do it de other way…"
"No, no take all the time you need.." Gibbs said hurriedly.
"Alright den."
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Dana lay stretched across the hospital cot. Her Mother and Father were filling out her insurance forms, so she had a moment to herself. Her fingers skimmed the room's phone, but she didn't pick it up. She was too tired for another conversation with her boyfriend. The one they'd had earlier had been emotionally draining. Not to mention the surprise affection she'd received from Jack.
'Didn't the kid in 'Indian in the Cupboard' figure out a way to send the native home by this time?' She mused.
'Well, its not like the problem is on my end. If Jack's normal body is still in his universe, it must have been found by now. Maybe Tia Dalma can help get him back.'
That thought gave the woman pause. If Tia Dalma was called on to get Jack home, would that change his future? Would the events of 'Dead Man's Chest' still happen?
Dana shook her head. Multi-dimensional time travel was even more complicated than she'd imagined.
'And it figures that you're the kind of person who would imagine it.'
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Jack awoke to utter silence. Matt had already left for work, leaving the tiny pirate alone in his room/crate. Jack paced for a moment before climbing out. He wasn't going to spend his time confined here.
He jumped to the floor, boots wobbling unsteadily on the rumpled clothing. Mid-morning light shone in, giving him a rough estimate of the time. He still had several hours before Matt came back.
He walked under the bunk, his gait rolling with an invisible tide. An ornate carved box caught his eye. Jack pried the top off.
An array of huge golden coins met Jack's eyes. Eagerly he reached for one-
'How exactly do you plan on stealing a coin that large?' The inner voice spoke up.
"Bugger." His hand dropped back to his side.
The blunt reminder of exactly how tiny he was derailed the pirate's pillaged-minded train of thought. He walked slowly back to the mountain of clothes and sat down.
"If I don't regain my stature soon I'm going to go off my head." He groaned.
'More so.' The voice added.
"I know you're myself mate, but you're still annoying."
'A conscious is supposed to be.' The voice replied kindly.
Jack shook his head. "Of all the bloody times to gain a conscious…"
'I've always been here, you just don't listen much.'
Jack sighed. This was not how he'd wanted to spend the few hours he had to himself.
'As long as your listening, lets discuss the last few years of your life…Starting with Giselle.'
"Blast."
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